Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.